Like most people, I’ve got a signed Metallica backstage pass on the back of my old passport. Here’s the story of mine…Continue reading Jumbo gave me a Metallica backstage pass for the back of my passport…
It’s 1992, the National Youth Choir of Great Britain are about five weeks into an eight week world tour and we’ve just arrived in Brisbane, on Australia’s east coast.
For most of the tour—don’t ask what happened in Sydney—we were relying on home-stay accommodation with local choirs and churches, mostly. The drill was the same whenever we rolled into a new city: drop off at a church or school, meet our hosts and then head back to theirs to settle in.
My best mate Danny and I were billeted together for the entire tour, so off we headed to our new host’s house in the outskirts of Brisbane.Continue reading “Did you see the Bears game last night?”